Olympics
Photos of the ghost town of Whistler around the last week of January:
A week or two later the Olympics showed up and barfed all over the place:
At every moment there were at least a couple of idiots crawling into the rings to get their photos taken.
HOLY SHIT! I know, right?
I seriously chased this guy through the “Village Stroll” for like ten minutes like the fucking paparazzi trying to get a clear shot of his incredible foam hat.
Every single person except me cared about the Olympics and talked at me about the results and where what country placed despite the absence of effort I was making to feign interest. Some guy told me he went “to the skeleton yesterday” and I was like “where’s that?”. Even Blossom cared:
Okay I will admit I liked this blimp.
Baldy here disregarded that I was trying to take a picture and came and stood right in my way…
…To talk on his cell phone mostly. Fuck I hated him so much, just looking at this photo brings me back to that unhappy moment and those hateful feelings.
Two adorable children sitting in the snow…
…While a caped crusader lurks on..
Even though it was an entertaining spectacle, I will never understand the degree to which people seem to be able to be emotionally invested in the athletic performances of others. The day of The Hockey Game I happened to be in Vancouver. Walking though the empty streets you could peek into any given bar or restaurant with a television and they were all packed with people totally involved in what was going on with the game and jeering and screaming and hugging each other over it. People lined up around the block outside a movie theater that was screening it. I couldn’t help imagining if Canadians were this interested in their elections (just to pick a random example of something that makes more sense to me for everyone to get all excited or bent out of shape about). I mean, isn’t it sort of embarrassing that hockey- spectating is treated like an act of patriotism as opposed to..I don’t know…showing up to vote ? As entertaining as it was, and as glad as I am to have witnessed Olympic hysteria in a weird, alienated, and distanced way, I am pretty relieved it is over.
….And now to allow this song to express the soaring triumph I felt when I heard the news that “we’d” won: